Cowboy church… It’s one of those things we write about, read about, but rarely experience.
It’s one of those beautiful things, no matter what the season or setting or scene… it’s the peace of the moment, the serenity of a guitar solo, the grace of an uplifted prayer, usually before a long day’s work.
We write about holidays… we write about Christmas, about sacrifice, about sharing about putting others first.
And that’s the beauty of Christmas, right there.
It’s not about a new saddle or a great pair of Chaps. It’s not about hand-tooled boots or fancy barns.
It’s about the give-and-take of simple folks, and a child, born to the poor.
Here’s my favorite Christmas hymn/medley… “Child of the Poor/What Child is This”, a beautiful rendition of two simple hymns, made stronger by being together.
And that’s what romance is all about… two people, stronger by being together. Embracing the faith and hope and love of a moment, a season, a life.
Romance… cowboys… Christmas…. but even without the romance or the cowboys or gorgeous horses and oiled tack, we have Christmas… For unto us a child is born. Unto us… a son is given.
Oh come… let us adore him…
And that missing shepherd who strayed from his flock, from his appointed round?
I’ve had so much fun being here for part of 2017 and I’m excited about what 2018 holds for all of us… A new year with no mistakes in it…. yet! 🙂